Lost Creek Hollow hollow stone

As Ancalagon spoke, Mordecai could not help but capture some of the excitement that lingered beneath the tones of his voice. He did not think it was strange at all for him to feel the way that he did; even Mordecai found it difficult not to have excitement wrapped up in his heart. He had his reservations of course, but there was no turning back and the best thing he could think to do was to meet it head on. A smile came to him easily as the yearling's voice tapered off, leaving him to wonder what else would come to light in the days to come.

"It certainly is a momentous thing for our pack, I suppose," he said. Truthfully he had never entirely considered the implications it would have for their pack, at least beyond the strain of their resources and duties. "But we could use the good kind of excitement too. So it isn't weird that you're excited at all." It would only be a matter of time now before they were there and already, Mordecai could not help but wonder how many there would be, or what they would be like.